FATE: Target of Grand Master

The Mad King's magic began to materialize, temporarily manifesting the exoskeleton of the Red Sea monster Curruid, the prototype of the Demon Spear, and transforming it into an extremely aggressive and oppressive bone spike armor that he wore.

"Full spell unleashed. I won't hesitate to strike; challenge this despair!"

The Mad King lunged at Cú Chulainn with a speed surpassing any previous battle. Just as the enormous claws were about to pierce Cú Chulainn's chest, a crimson spear appeared in Cú Chulainn's hand.

It wasn't the one that had fallen to the ground that was summoned; rather, another one appeared out of thin air.

Cú Chulainn desperately defended against the Mad King's thrusting claw attacks with his crimson spear.

"How could you summon a second Gajeberg on your own? Could it be...!"

The Mad King, who considered himself the strongest Cú Chulainn, was quite surprised that Cú Chulainn used an ability he did not possess.

"You guessed right. Scáthach has temporarily lent me the authority to summon."

"Hmph, even so, you will still be torn to shreds!"

The Mad King gripped Gajeberg with its claws, then pulled downwards with force, causing Cú Chulainn's body to tilt forward. At this moment, the Mad King lashed out with its tail again, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to Cú Chulainn.

To dodge the Mad King's tail whip, Cú Chulainn had no choice but to let go, which was exactly what the Mad King intended.

With a heavy step forward, the Mad King's thrusting claw attack came again, a scene that reminded Cú Chulainn of his training with Scáthach in the Land of Shadows.

"Cú Chulainn, you should know that this is the limit of your Spirit Origin."

Scáthach looked at Cú Chulainn, who was panting heavily but had gritted his teeth and persevered to complete all the devilish projects, and offered him words of comfort.

"If I were to fight Mad King one-on-one in my current form, who would win?"

Cú Chulainn only cared about this one question.

"The Mad King".

Scáthach spoke the cruel truth without hesitation.

"That's still not enough."

Cú Chulainn stared intently into Scáthach's eyes and said, "Scáthach, you must have other ways to improve my strength, right? Don't hold back, use them all."

Scáthach said with a very serious expression, "There are methods, but the remaining ones are beyond the capacity of your current spirit origin. It's like pouring water into a cup. Once it's full, no matter how much you pour, it will only overflow. And if you forcibly expand the cup's capacity, it will most likely break."

"In other words, as long as my cup can hold its own, I can keep adding water."

Scáthach looked at Cú Chulainn and knew he had made up his mind.

That look in his eyes was just like when he first came to the Land of Shadows, hoping that I would teach him martial arts—firm, persistent, and determined to achieve his goal.

"Cú Chulainn, you should think this through. Even if you can defeat the Mad King, you won't be able to accompany Xia Yan to the trials to come. Is it really worth it? Xia Yan has other Servants; you can also take down the Mad King together."

"Scáthach, when did you become so indecisive? Is it because you're getting old?"

Cú Chulainn's teasing remark instantly enraged Scáthach.

"Cú Chulainn!"

"Master, have you forgotten? We are Celtic warriors. We revere strength and honor the strong. Ganging up on one person won't earn us our respect, especially since the guy opposite me is myself. How can I lose to myself!"

Scáthach sighed.

"I sense your resolve. Now, I will forcibly elevate your spiritual foundation and impart my unique skills to you."

As the Mad King's thrusting claw attack drew closer, Cú Chulainn was the first to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"I see. I was wondering how you could have power and speed comparable to mine. It turns out you forcibly upgraded your Spirit Origin. You probably wouldn't last even ten minutes in your current state."

When the Mad King saw Cú Chulainn vomiting blood, he immediately understood Cú Chulainn's condition.

"Enough talk. Ten minutes is enough to take you down."

Cú Chulainn unleashed all his magical power, summoning the two Gajeberg swords from the ground back into his hands.

Dangdang Dangdang!

After deflecting the Berserker King's storm of rapid thrusts by alternating swings of his spear with both hands, Cú Chulainn seized the opportunity and kicked the Berserker King in the stomach, sending him staggering back several steps.

Cú Chulainn then advanced instead of retreating, throwing Gajeberg away.

The crimson spear twisted and weaved like lightning, its target aimed directly at the Mad King's chest.

As expected of the strongest Cú Chulainn spirit origin, the Mad King managed to cross his hands and assume a defensive stance in the blink of an eye.

But Gayeberg's strength surprised the Mad King; the beast was actually lifted into the air by Gayeberg.

"This is my final blow! Noble Phantasm! The Spear That Pierces Death!"

Cú Chulainn gripped the remaining crimson spear in his backhand and unleashed all his strength and magic.

The power of this attack was enough to shatter stars. Even though the Mad King gathered all his magic power into his gauntlets for defense, he still couldn't stop Gayeberg from piercing through his chest.

"Hey, isn't it a bit much to use Scáthach's Noble Phantasm on me?"

The Mad King, who had fallen to the ground, had a large hole pierced through his chest, his armor was shattered, and bright red blood spread beneath him.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm repaying you for the injuries my master suffered back then."

Cú Chulainn walked shakily to the Mad King's side, blood gushing from his muscles.

"Is that so? Hahaha, I never thought that even after being enhanced to this extent by Medb's Noble Phantasm, I would still be defeated by a single Servant. And that person just happens to be myself."

"Because I am also Cú Chulainn, and the one thing I don't want to lose to is myself."

"Hmph, I admit it, you're stronger this time..."

The Mad King's spirit origin began to dissipate, and Cu Chulainn could no longer hold on; his vision went black, and he collapsed.

Xia Yan, who had agreed to let Cú Chulainn fight him one-on-one before the battle began, now had his fingernails deeply embedded in his palms. Seeing Cú Chulainn fall, he hurriedly called for Nightingale to treat him.

Morgan, who was in the distance, quickly destroyed the twenty-eight demon pillars. In her words, destroying demon pillars was like grilling squid, which required more magic.

Sensing that the Mad King's magic was almost dissipating, and witnessing this scene, Maeve completely lost her will to fight. She took the initiative to leave the palace where she was hiding and handed over the Holy Grail.

"Noknare? No, you don't have the scent of a fairy. Is it just a coincidence that you look similar?"

Morgan, upon receiving the Holy Grail, couldn't help but sigh upon seeing Maeve's face.

"I don't know who this Noknare you're talking about is. I am Maeve, the Queen of Connaught. However, as a defeated party, I don't ask for the treatment of a queen. I will no longer be your enemy. Could you please let me see Kushner one last time?"